we're always running scared but holding knives
It's only a single word but it's enough to have fire racing up and into the back of Isla's throat, and it's with a great deal of reluctance that she peels herself back and away from Remi. Not entirely, of course - snagging his hand, she guides them out of the livingroom and down a hallway that seems strangely dark after the light from outside.
Isla's bedroom sits at the end of this hallway, and is just as Remi might expect it to be; clean and clutter free, it still contains the most personal touches for the doctor. Those don't matter right now, though - what does matter is that the bed is only a few steps in through the door, and Isla all but falls onto it as it meets the back of her knees, drawing Remi along with her.
"Bedroom," she murmurs against the side of his neck, pressing slow kisses along his throat.
Isla's bedroom sits at the end of this hallway, and is just as Remi might expect it to be; clean and clutter free, it still contains the most personal touches for the doctor. Those don't matter right now, though - what does matter is that the bed is only a few steps in through the door, and Isla all but falls onto it as it meets the back of her knees, drawing Remi along with her.
"Bedroom," she murmurs against the side of his neck, pressing slow kisses along his throat.
Isla
